First Pain
"Got it," Ossa exclaimed, a skull of the jackalope in his remaining arm.
BLEAT!! Enraged, the six charged at him, their antlers glowing a brilliant white light.
The wind seemed to be drawn to their antlers as a small whirlwind formed in front of their antlers.
With the speed of a magic bullet, the wind shot at Ossa, sending him into the air, and hurtling into the nearby black rose bushes.
" They are really mad, guess it's like a scared ground," Ossa remarked still holding on to the jackalope's skull.
Bleat!! Gallop!! The six rushed towards him, their pitch-black eyes crazed as it were taboo to touch the bones of their friends, families, and ancestors.
Ossa, now just an upper body with cracks in his skull and missing an arm, looked at the incoming creatures calmly, his mind focused on his plan.
" Mors, can I break the skull " He inquired, the jackolopes a metre or two from him.
[ Yes, it's been weakened by time ]